Schastja. Piensas ya en el amor?

And also about love. With broken, nervous and a bit tired voice. From time to time I also think that these verses are worth while recording as if it were prose – written in line, but not in column. In such a way it is much easier to search for consonance and rhythm. But it is surprising – happiness with a frowned forehead. With a frowned forehead, as if somebody has taken a favourite toy away. Still – a prose. And what is behind this prose? May be, search. These music provokes a lot of associations, at that for me most of them are pleasant, though a bit wild – the same way she is. A cow is eating grass, somebody is eating a cow, and three atoms are making love at a velvet orbit, waiting for a lightning so that they could fall down to the earth – and will never fall down. Satellites. In such a way, notwithstanding the title, it is not so sunny, but tense, even refractory, as it is a bit mad, stones are swimming as if it were the day after tomorrow. The theatre of absurdity. Happiness. And also about love.

Anton Jozhik Leyba (Hedgehog)